My favorite way to spend a weekday is at home. I took today off to work in my yard. Needless to say I am out of shape and have decided I must take a break.
I thought I might share some of my observations on a spring day at home:
Softly blowing wind makes the leaves swish like taffeta skirts at an old fashioned ball. The overcast day is lit gently, its light diffused as if poured through gauze. Birds rest atop branches, sing a bar or two, then fly on. Somewhere a single bird chirps in a monotone like the sound of a smoke alarm when its battery is running down. There is just enough humidity in the air to feel like moisturizer on my face, soft and smooth. I love being at home.
See, I really can sit in my chair and daydream the day away. I must get up and go back to work.